The future chants in veiled design, a riddle carved beyond the line. It…
There was a time I wore the crown, In mirrored halls of polished…
The forest doesn’t speak in words, It hums through leaves and wings of…
Go-slo, morn-flow, dawn’s sweet chime, I rise, rinse the night from my skin,…
I woke to a world that had lost its stars, Neon suns hummed…
At dawn, I part with my little one’s smile, A fleeting warmth that…